The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1887-11-23


eAs you viii; yes, | will so with
you
/ And the sunset glow had died
ere she spoke; the world had gloom
ed beneath a chill, gray sky natures
face had lost its smile.
She had stolen out in the early
night, and, while Gale Monroe was
sleeping after his wine, King Ru :
do and Gale Munroe's wife was
being borne swiftly through the
country toward the station, which
was ten miles away.
Neither spoke; perhaps King re-
GREETED already; perhaps Inez was
Erealizing what she had left behind
her, as well as her loveIess home,
but only the hoofs of the horses
made sound in the night, until they
We're among the scattered lights of
the village, then, without warning
a spring of their carriage gave way
and they had to draw up.
King, descending and examining
the break, muttered a few words OF
Impotence under his breath ere he
turned to Inez
"This will have to be welded be-
fore we can proceed" he said rent-
ly, "there is smith just ahead who
will do it for me. Do not be alarm
ed, Incz, our delay will be but
brief"
81 am not alarmed was all she
answered, as he assisted her to the
earth; she walked beside him as he
led the horse toward the blaze of
frelight which, streaming from an
open door, showed them where
they would find knight of the
anvil still at work.
.'I will go across and sit on the
steps of the little porch yonder. y
Inez said, and King approved; SO
while he entered the smiths shop
she crossed the roadway and sank
down on the last four steps which
led to tiny poarch, from which
one might enter the cottage of the
smith.
From where she sat she could
see within, for the window was
wide and the simple curtain drawn
aside. What a sweet home picture
she looked on as flying from her
own home as she sat there-sent
there by the God who, loved her
and would yet saveI
A woman neither beautiful nor
young, but with the beauty of love
and gentleness in ner plain face,
sat in rocker, an infant on her
knee; before her knelt two little
white robbed figures, with tiny
faces grave and sweet, as though
they realized how precious was the
boon they sought in asking "daily
bread" for each young soul.
Something in the picture made
the eyes of Inez Monroe dim, and
as the childish voices reached her
in that prayer, learned first by her
also at dead mothers knee, she
found herself repeating it with the
children.
"Lead us not into temptation"
her lips trembled and her breath
came fast; what was she doing that
summer night, while under the
stars and the slowly rising moon
on her mothers grave looked up to
heaven?
Then the woman, with the babe
at her bosom and the two little ones
at her knee, lifted her soft, uncul-
tered voice and began to sing.
God put the words upon her lips
-she never knew it, but a soul
shrank back from it's own despair,
and struck down the tempter, as on
the night all stole, soft and sweet,
the tender, childing words OF
her hymn:
81 gave, gave my life for thee 10
| What hast thou given for Afe2"
Inez with sob, bent her poor,
humbled head and covered her face
with her hands.
81 suffered pain and death for thee
What hast thou suffered for Me?''
AT that moment hand fell on
her arm, and King stood by her.
"Come, Inez," he said, softly, "we
are ready to start now, and there
is still time; we will not lose our
train
| She stood up, as white as death,
but no longer weak and tempted
"There is yet time, yes" she said
clearly, eand you shall take me,
not to the train, King, but to my
home. l would have torn off my
thorn-crown to replace it with a